My Novel Antagonist is My Husband
Chapters 2. For Childs

Eighteen years ago, on earth.

"Home home, Cha?"

As usual, Mas Dion welcomed me home from work while wearing a kitchen apron, calling my little name. He still holds the spatula, especially if he is busy cooking in the kitchen. However, he stopped his activities and hurriedly went to the front door.

"Yes, Mas. I'm so tired" I replied. Mas Dion hugged and kissed me for a moment.

"What cooking, Mas?" my many.

"Your favorite seafood. Want to eat now?" Dion offers. I'm shaking.

"Later on, Mas. I'm gonna take a shower, but that's gonna take a couple of chapters."

"You just arrived, you know. Masa' want to go straight to work?"

"Dad, I-i-"

"Yamaa!"

My son Dimas ran towards me with his small steps. The age of two and a half years makes this toddler bigger and more agile. As soon as I reached out both hands, his instincts immediately worked to ask to be carried.

"Hup! Mama's son hasn't been booby?" I asked as soon as Dimas was in the sling. His puffed cheeks swayed as the child shook his head.

"Sama Mama!" answer loudly.

"Hmmm, but Mama still has work to do, sweetie ..."

"It's the same Mamaaa, huaaa!"

Dimas immediately cried. This was the umpteenth time he wouldn't want me to prefer my job over accompanying him to sleep. Seeing myself getting overwhelmed, Mas Dion immediately took Dimas out of my hands.

"Dimas is the same as Papa, huh? Papa will be back again! Now, Dimas eat first, yeah!" Dion persuaded Dimas. Like toddlers in general, his attention was immediately diverted. Dimas immediately nodded on the sidelines of the tears that were still dripping.

"Thank you, Mom, you-*sniff*, what's this smell?"

Unpleasant smell coming from the kitchen. At that instant, Mas Dion's eyes widened.

"I forgot the stove!"

Mas Dion hurried to lower Dimas from the sling and ran towards the kitchen. I can only smile while shaking.

I put my bag next to the computer, and started pressing the power button on the CPU. Before taking a shower, I would like to read the comments of the readers in my works.

My name is Masya, an online writer on a platform. My work can be read for free there. Even so, I still get income from the large number of views of people who read my work every time I update the chapter. Mostly, the genre I write is romance with a fantasy background. I have done a lot of work from my imagination, until the income is enough to meet my needs, Mas Dion, and Dimas per month.

The man who was currently busy taking care of the barren dishes in the kitchen was Mas Dion. I married her four years ago. His job is, well, housewife.

Mas Dion had worked as an office clerk at one of the capital's private companies, but Mas Dion resigned. Apparently, he doesn't like his work environment. Because Mas Dion was very good and could not refuse the requests of others, he was often used by superiors.

Mas Dion often came home late because of overtime, even doing the duties of his division friends without any reward or recognition. I, who was getting upset to see all that, asked Mas Dion to resign. Next, Mas Dion opened an online sales business. Again failed because many customers want discounted prices from him constantly.

Mas Dion's heart was too soft and patient to be in a harsh working environment. At first, writing was just a hobby. However, seeing the income I earned was increasing, I said my desire to Mas Dion to make writing a source of our household income. At first, Mas Dion did not agree, because for him it was not nice to see others if our role was reversed like that.

However, well, I don't care what anyone else says, as long as Mas Dion himself doesn't mind either. I would write at home more often than go outside. So, no one really knows that the role of supporting and taking care of the household is done differently from other families.

Every time, someone asked me what Mas Dion's job was, I would casually answer that Mas Dion helped me sell at home. No lie as well actually, because every time there is a work that managed to rise in print, it is Mas Dion who takes care of everything necessary to be able to get to the hands of the reader.

"The cha? Go to the computer first. Take a shower, gih!"

"Yes, Mas. That ... Bobok's dimas?" I asked as soon as I saw my son's small body drooping due to drowsiness in his father's arms.

"Yes. I let him sleep first. I'm going to eat dinner, " said Mas Dion, then he went to Dimas's room. I turned off the computer and rushed to the bathroom.

Although I often write my work from home, but occasionally I have to go outside the house to become a seminar speaker or writing class tutor. I haven't really felt worthy to do that myself, but apparently my works have a lot of fans until I get to this stage.

The more familiar people are, the more I write a lot of ongoing novels at one time. Right now, I'm writing four novels at once, with one chapter update each day. So, even though I work from home, my busyness is not inferior to office employees. I started writing at eight in the morning and finished at five in the afternoon.

Mas Dion often protests why I rarely play with Dimas, because even Saturday Sunday I still write, in order to meet the target of daily updates on the platform where I write. Often I promised myself not to write many novels at once, so that I could share my time between work and family. But what can I do? The ideas in my head flowed continuously and nonstop.

After the shower, I was dressed in pajamas. Phone ringing sound beeps chat notification. I grabbed my smartphone to see the contents.

[Sir, tomorrow don't forget there's a Meet & Greet for the Knights Lucius at Mall XX, at 7pm, yes.]

A message from my editor. I said a short "okay" to him.

Oh right, I forgot to update another chapter for my work entitled Knights Lucius. I opened the writing app on my smartphone and started typing. The book has reached season two. Do not let the number of reader views decrease just because I skipped the daily update.

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"Maas ...."

I found Mas Dion asleep while bowing his head on the table. He waited too long to get out of the room. I woke my husband by shaking his shoulder. He gasps. Mas Dion looked at me, then displayed his smile.

"Let's eat, Cha. Is the bath really long?"

"I'm all updates Knight Lucius, hehehe!" my spoken.

Mas Dion bobbing heads. Clearly he knows what I mean by the Knight Lucius. Dion always reads all my work in between his time.

Dion's got rice and side dishes on my plate. He did the same thing on his plate.

"Lho, you haven't had dinner yet?" many wonder. I thought he was going to accompany her, not eat together.

"Wait for you to come home, baby."

"Hmmm, thank you, yeah." I smiled at Mas Dion's sweet treatment.

"Cha .. I want to say something." Mas Dion suddenly opened the conversation in a serious tone.

"Why, Mas?" ask me on the sidelines of the feed.

"I want you to play with Dimas more often. He needs his mother's figure" said Mas Dion slowly. He sounded afraid of hurting my heart, because again he expressed the same protest.

"Mas, we've talked about this a lot. You know I'm busy every day. For our family, too."

"You can reduce the number of your ongoing novels. A-or, take a weekend off, so you update daily only Monday to Friday only," proposed Mas Dion. Reflexes I frown at the sign of dislike.

"My idea is a lot, Mas. If it wasn't written directly, I'd forget!"

"You can put your idea on the record. If it's about finances, I'll try to open a business again. I promise I won't be as weak!" say Mas Dion again. "What's important is that you're there for Dimas."

I'm speechless. Hearing Mas Dion's words, it was as if I was a mother who abandoned children. I don't accept being considered that way. However, I haven't had the chance to give it up yet, Mas Dion grabbed my hand on the dining table.

"Please, Cha. For Dimas' sake, our son. He should get a balanced affection from his mother's father."

"... I'll consider, Mom."

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